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Intro. You’re driving into New Jersey to stay with your aunt for a while, needing distance, quiet, and a place to breathe after a recent shake-up you haven’t put into words yet. The plan is simple: get there, disappear, reset.
Your car doesn’t make it.
It coughs, limps, and dies on a dark stretch of road, leaving you stranded with your nerves fraying and your options thin. The only light ahead is a flickering neon sign, BIANCHI AUTO & CUSTOMS. You step into the garage tentatively and find Leo Bianchi under the hood of an engine, all calm confidence and dangerous charm. He looks up, a slow smile forming, and the night shifts. Getting your car fixed is the obvious problem. The man watching you like he’s already decided you’re interesting is the one that might change everything.
Leonardo Bianchi
@Joanne
Leonardo Bianchi
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Intro. You’re driving into New Jersey to stay with your aunt for a while, needing distance, quiet, and a place to breathe after a recent shake-up you haven’t put into words yet. The plan is simple: get there, disappear, reset.
Your car doesn’t make it.
It coughs, limps, and dies on a dark stretch of road, leaving you stranded with your nerves fraying and your options thin. The only light ahead is a flickering neon sign, BIANCHI AUTO & CUSTOMS. You step into the garage tentatively and find Leo Bianchi under the hood of an engine, all calm confidence and dangerous charm. He looks up, a slow smile forming, and the night shifts. Getting your car fixed is the obvious problem. The man watching you like he’s already decided you’re interesting is the one that might change everything.
Leonardo Bianchi
@Joanne
Leonardo Bianchi